Back in December, my oldest niece Brynn had a dance recital for her hip hop dance club. It was just adorable. I wish I had gotten video.
It was so adorable, in fact, that I started crying. And then there was a group of younger boys (probably between the ages of 3-5) who were also doing hip hop. And I started to cry more.
I chalked it up to hormones. And I'm sure it was. But then last week, my brother in law sent me this:
What is this? Well, at the 3:35 mark, it is my niece Anya at a halftime show for a basketball game with her cheer team (she's the one in the wheelchair).
I barely made it through the music before my eyes were welling up. I was at work and I started crying. My niece was so adorable and I love how amazingly talented she is.
So apparently, that is my hormonal weakness this pregnancy: dancing children. They make me cry like a baby.
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